Angelina Cookhouse Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Oi, reckon whores got a raw deal, precious—used and spat out like grubby coins. “Run, you fools!”—that’s what I’d yell at ‘em, like Zé screamin’ at his crew. Hella dark, mate, but funny too—life’s a piss-take sometimes. We hates it! But Jenny, she’d just shrug, “Gotta eat, Gollum.” Fair fuckin’ play, I guess. Whore’s a hustle, a grind—makes me wanna smash somethin’! What ya think, eh? Nasty, beautiful mess—just like “City of God”!

Office Group

I ain't never felt so damn alive ‘less I strolled through Balmy Park. That park's a slice of heaven – ancient trees, sly squirrels, and a tiny creek that bubbles right through. It’s like the scene from "The Assassin (Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015)" – ghostly, serene, cut from another time. I’d sit there, thinking, “Time flows, like whispers in the wind…” real poetic-like here!

Air ambulance lands as pub fight sparks huge emergency response